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If she could get his pants off, she knew she’d have him in her mouth. Her eyes slipped shut at the thought, and she put her hands on his waist, ready to push down his jeans. She was desperate to do exactly what she was thinking. She pushed on the edges of his jeans and gave a frustrated growl when they didn’t drop down like she wanted. Brent huffed out a laugh and hauled her forward into his arms. She gave a squeak as he scooped her up into his arms. She wrapped her legs around his waist and held on as he carried her down the hall toward his room. She laughed a little as he dropped himself backwards onto the bed and she landed on top of him.
    “ You can do what you want to me,” he told her, wrapping his long fingers around her wrist. He moved her hand to his erection and rubbed himself up against their joined hands. “When it gets to be too much, stop. You’re in control right now, okay?”
    Aimee looked down at Brent below her. His normally flawless hair was falling out of its style. His green eyes were lowered as they looked steadily back at her. His lips were dark red and kiss-swollen. His shirt was riding up on rippled abs that were lightly sprinkled with dark hair. The fly to his jeans lay open and Aimee could partially see his erection. She had never seen a more potent example of male arousal and couldn’t stop herself from grinding down on him. Brent’s hips bucked instinctively up against hers and she let out a small moan.
    “ What if I want it all?” She asked him. “What if I don’t want to stop?”
    Brent seemed to hesitate and Aimee froze. She’d die if he backed out now and she knew she had to convince him otherwise. Before she could talk herself out of it, she pulled her hoodie and tank off and threw them somewhere behind her. Her nipples pebbled in the cool air and Brent ground his jeans covered erection into her core. He reached up to cup her breasts in his hands. His thumbs tweaked her nipples and she rocked against him, seeking relief from the ache building inside her.
    “ No bra?” He questioned her, before tugging on her nipples. She moaned.
    “ No…” She gasped as his hands found the snap to her jeans and he worked it open. “It’s, ah…,” she let out a low groan as his hands slipped around beneath her jeans and panties to cup her ass, “built in.” She finished off as he rubbed her over his dick again. She threw her head back and ground against him, her long hair brushing over his arms. Before Aimee could think, she was spinning through the air. Her back landed on the mattress and Brent lay between her legs. His lips latched onto a nipple and she cupped the back of his head, squirming against him restlessly.
    “ You like?” He asked her, not bothering to lift his head away from her breast. His tongue swirled roughly around the tight peak. His breath hit her skin in warm bursts.
    “ I want to feel you inside me, Brent,” Aimee gasped out mindlessly, and froze when Brent stilled. He slowly pulled back and looked down at her. She couldn’t read the look on his face and she swallowed nervously as sanity returned in a cold wave.

CHAPTER NINE
     
    “ I want to feel you inside me, Brent.” Aimee’s words rang around inside his head. He wasn’t sure how they’d gotten this far, but now that they were here, Brent didn’t want to stop. It felt like he’d waited forever to be with Aimee. Like a jealous asshole, though, he couldn’t help but wonder how many guys had come before him. He doubted it had been very many, but he hated imagining her staying those words to another guy. Clearing his throat, he stared down into her anxious eyes.
    “ Are you sure?” He asked her. He saw relief wash over her face and realized she’d been worried he was putting the brakes on this. She swiveled her hips against him and he couldn’t help but press against her.
    “ God, yes. I think I’ll die if you don’t,” she told him softly. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my